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ellieluvr420 · 11 months ago

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You’re Mine (Ellie x reader angst one shot)

DEALER ELLIE SUPREMACY!!!!!! 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

It was silent, neither of you moved or spoke, your eyes were fixed on each other, neither of you daring to look away. Your eyes were glassy and bloodshot and hers were cold and dark, your nose was sore and running as you sniffled holding the tears in your eyes that were begging to be let free. You didn't understand how a girl that shows you as much love as she does could hurt you so bad.

disclaimer: I am in fact british and I've tried to use american vocab in we meet again, darling because I imagined the story set in a US city (NYC in my mind but i left it blank so people could imagine whatever city they wanted but i digress) and i did not enjoy doing that bc ik i still make mistakes and i think it looks goofy so one shots and headcanons and stuff will probs be set in britain, sorry if that is a bit annoying <3

You and Ellie had went to a party at a friend's flat, you had dressed up nice and Ellie had admired you while licking her lips as you got ready.

"You look unreal babe."

"Thank you. Want me to do your makeup after?"

"Yeah but don't blind me this time."

"I didn't fucking blind you, you blinked it into your eyeball, who blinks without warning when you're doing mascara?"

"Someone that blinks normally." You scoff at her and go back to getting ready ignoring her victorious smirk in the mirror.

As you arrived at the party you were both in a great mood, you're immediately greeted by some friends as you walk in and Ellie kisses you on the cheek and takes her leave to go set up on the sofa. Immediately she's swarmed by people looking to get their fix, some wanted weed, some wanted blow, she always had a variety when she went to a party and you can't help the hot feeling in your core as you take in her sitting there, legs comfortably spread with a cigarette hanging from her lips. She had dark grey baggy jeans on, with a black t-shirt that poked out from her hoodie that matched the colour of her jeans, her black converse poke out from the jeans and you never aren't amazed at the state of them, you bought matching converse together and you're both wearing them tonight but they look like entirely different shoes. Her silver chain with a charm that's the first letter of your name is laid on top of her hoodie and the view makes you swoon. Her auburn shaggy hair cut is concealed mostly by her small black beanie, you had played with the hair on show at the back of her neck on the way here, you always loved when she wore a beanie, something about it was just so hot to you.

You had been dancing for hours and chatting when Ellie grabs you and drags you away from your conversation.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Is everything okay?” She doesn’t answer she just continues dragging you out of the flat, she doesn’t release her tight grip on your arm until you’re walking through the door of your shared home. There was a red mark where her hand was and you watched as she froze when she saw the mark.

“Babe what’s going on? Did something happen with a deal?” She chuckles, it’s dark and full of mockery.

“You just don’t fucking get it do you? Are you really this stupid or are you just an attention whore?”

“Excuse me?” Your ears rang as her words hit you, you felt a stabbing pain in your chest as tears pricked behind your eyes begging to release, you couldn’t give her the satisfaction so you chewed on your bottom lip and blinked away the tears while you attempted to swallow the lump in your throat. “What the fuck are you talking about Ellie?”

“You! Fucking parading yourself everywhere and if that wasn’t enough you had to fucking hump Lucy right in front of my fucking face.” She yelled as she walked closer to you, you walked backwards trying to keep some space but as your back hit the wall she closed in on you. “Do you need me to remind you who you belong to hm?”

“Fuck off Ellie.” You push her off of you with every ounce of strength as the dam breaks and the tears begin to flow down your cheeks, you storm away to your shared bedroom with a delusional hope that she wouldn’t follow. You slam the door behind you only for it to immediately be slammed open again, the door smashes into the wall and you stay frozen with your back turned away from her.

“Fuck off Ellie? seriously that’s all you have to say? How about I’m fucking sorry.”

You spin to face her at her statement. “I’M SORRY? I have nothing to be sorry for Ellie. I did nothing wrong.”

“Bullshit.”

“Fine Ellie, tell me exactly what I did wrong then.” Your voice comes out nasally and choked as the tears don’t falter in their pace as they race down your cheeks. You meet her eyes and the look of contempt only makes you sob more.

“You put on that skimpy outfit you know will get you attention then we go to the party and instead of coming to see me and sit with me and make it known that you’re mine, you literally speak to every single other person at the party. You were all over everyone, I’m sure they were embarrassed for you because I fucking was. No wonder you feel like they don’t like you as much anymore, they probably don’t. Oh and just to top it off you then danced with Lucy right in front of me giving me a front row seat to her wandering hands and you being all over it. You’re fucking out of order.”

You scoff at her, you’re genuinely stunned at how she could be so horrible. Ellie had never been like this with you, you were speechless.

“Yeah exactly now you’ve got nothing to say. If you’re gonna be a slut at least own it.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?” The tears had stopped, you weren’t upset anymore you were furious, a red film was over your vision as you stomped over to her until your faces were inches away from each other. “Go on. Say it again.”

“I said you’re an attention-seeking slut.” She spat the words out with a venom and a switch flipped in your head. You didn’t speak you just started walking around the room throwing all your essentials into the first bag you could find. She watches while still for a second but as she realises you’re packing she rushes to start taking all the things out of your bag.

“Don’t Ellie. I don’t want to speak to you right now. Leave me alone.”

“No, you’re not leaving.”

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” She keeps removing the things that you’re packing from your bag until you huff and give up going to look for your car keys. “You can’t drive anywhere, you’re drunk.” You hated to admit she was right in the moment but you knew it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Then I’ll get an uber.” You start searching for your phone until you turn to see Ellie holding it in her hand. You storm over to her but she holds it above your head so you can’t reach. “Ellie give it back I’m serious.”

“I said you aren’t leaving.” The tears begin again as you feel helpless.

“Why do you fucking care? I’m just a slut right, not your girlfriend of three fucking years.”

It’s quiet as you both stand processing everything that’s been said, tears are streaming down your face but you don’t feel like you’re crying anymore. Ellie stands shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other as she fidgets with her fingers. She looks up at you and her heart breaks knowing she’s the reason you’re so upset after having such a good night.

“Why didn’t you come and see me all night? You always come and sit with me while I do my deals at least for a little bit and you didn’t. I rolled us a pink spliff to smoke together and you barely even came near me until you started grinding up against Lucy.” Her voice is soft and quiet, she sounds ashamed of herself because she is, she’s ashamed that she’s let her insecurities cause her to be horrible to the best person in her life, she felt sick with herself, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall of the living room and all she saw looking back at her was a monster.

“Ellie if you wanted to spend time with me you could’ve come and got me. You know I always want to spend time with you, I hadn’t seen loads of those people for ages so I was just catching up. But if you wanted me to come sit all you had to do was come get me and you know I would’ve sat with you until we left. I was dancing with Lucy my straight best friend of 12 years for fucks sake. If something was going on there it would’ve happened already.”

“You sure it hasn’t?” Ellie knows it hasn’t, she knows you would never do that. But her brain isn’t connected to her mouth anymore, her jealousy is the only thing controlling her actions right now, she feels like she’s watching a horrible film where the main character does the opposite of the right thing at every turn.

“You are unbelievable. I have been nothing but a loyal and loving girlfriend to you, I do not deserve this and I don’t have to prove anything to you but seeing as I have nothing to hide, my phone is in your hand. Go on Ellie, if you don’t trust me, go through my phone and prove yourself wrong.” She looks down at the phone but doesn’t make a move to unlock it. Her stillness only ignites the fire of your rage more. “Go on! You know the password, it’s your birthday! So go on Ellie, admit you don’t trust me and go through my phone.”

She stays in her place looking at your phone until she sighs and holds it out to you. “Of course I trust you. You just- you don’t notice how many people’s eyes are on you wherever we go, and it’s never bothered me, I love it, I love that you’re as beautiful as you are, I’m proud to be next to you but when we were at that party all I could see were people trying to take you from me and when I looked at you all I could see was you leaving me.” She sniffles and you see a single tear run down her face that she wipes away as soon as she can. You take your phone from her hand and throw it down onto the sofa next to you before walking to stand right in front of her. She avoids your eyes but you gently nudge her chin so she looks at you.

“Ellie, no one else could ever make me leave you. I love you, you are my world, my heart beats for you Ellie, it has since the day I met you. What will drive me away is if you take out your insecurities and jealousy on me instead of talking to me about it. I won’t stay around to be treated like this. I am better than this and I deserve better than this, I will help you work through this but not if you’re going to do this again.” It was like what you said was the end of the world as she immediately broke down into sobs, the sight stopped you in your tracks as Ellie never cried. You moved slowly like you were handling a bomb as you cupped her cheeks, your hands had barely touched her face before she was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug as she continued crying into your shoulder. You stroked her hair gently and let her cry until she calmed down enough to sniffle and take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. I’ll fix it, I won’t get jealous anymore I swear I’m sorry.” She mutters into your shoulder as she cries more, her grip on you tightened almost like she was physically trying to stop you from going anywhere. You wrapped your arms around her neck and cuddle into her more as you walk backwards toward the sofa pulling her down on top of you.

“I’m not going to leave you and we can work on this together, you’re allowed to get jealous but you need to be able to discuss it with me instead of attacking me. I’m sorry for making you feel forgotten, I had no intention of doing that but I’m sorry that I made you feel that way anyway. I love you Ellie and you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, I am so lucky to have you I would never want anyone over you.”

She looks up at you and presses a light kiss to your lips, so sweet it almost rids your lips from the salty remnants of your tears. “I love you more. Thank you for being so good to me.” She doesn’t seem entirely convinced by your description of her but she appreciates the reassurance more than she can explain.

You wrap your legs around her waist and squeeze her so tight you hear a choked groan leave her lips involuntarily. You make eye contact that neither of you break as you brush your knuckles over her cheek.

“I really am sorry. You know I didn’t mean anything I said, I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“I do El. But it won’t happen again.”

“Never.” You share a timid kiss and she lays her head down on your chest to listen to your heartbeat, it had always soothed her, she feels herself calming and sinking into you until she looks up to see you already looking down at her with a devious smirk. “What’s up babe?”

“You still got that pink spliff from earlier?”

“I love you so much.”

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draculaugust · 1 year ago

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clipped wings

i made a poem a while back and ik this isnt what i usually post but it's important to me

cw: homophobia

i met an angel sitting on a highway fence it’s wings were clipped and glued together with oil and smoke it said “could you spare me a cigarette” i said i don’t smoke but i’d be will to spare some time

the angel took a look at me with a bruised and beaten eye said “you’re one of those faggots aren’t you?” i said “so what” and the angel laughed “just asking. just asking”

i tensed up then. i guess i was scared. the angel stretched out a scarred hand it said “i didn’t mean anything by it. seems we’re all going to hell these days.” i shook it. said “its hell up here too. won’t be too much of a difference.” the angel shook its gummed up feathers and said no words none were needed i knew what it meant

i leaned back on the highway railing, felt the mountain air under me i said to the angel, “where are you headed next?” the angel looked at me and said, “Who’s to say i’m headed anywhere?” silence then.

“have you met god?” “yes.” “does he hate me for being a faggot?” “i don’t know. something tells me he’s not the biggest fan.” “does he like it when people kill us?” “god doesn’t like it when people kill anyone.” “except for when he tells them to right?” “you’ve got a lot of questions.” “i’m sorry. i’ve never met an angel before.” “Keep looking. I don’t have your answers.” “who does?” the angel laughed then. he fell backwards. his wings were gummed up with smoke and chemicals.

#cw homophobia #original poem #poetry #angel #gay #i am very sad about life decisions rn

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cryde-donovan-vlogs · 4 years ago

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// Hey everyone! Added a bunch of headcanons to Clyde’s HC doc. The newly added ones can also be found below the Keep Reading.

GENERAL

Clyde is so sociable that he ends up talking to strangers on a whim and gets caught up in their stories. His disposition is very inviting and encouraging, willing to give people the space to be as weird or open as they want to be. He has no shame and will inject himself into strangers’ conversations or approach just about anyone.

He maintains an endless curiosity for the world and the cultures around him. The type of guy to go to the movies alone and not feel bad about it.

He’s a hard worker, his video and influencer hustle is strong. He’s always trying something new, watching trends, and pouring a great amount of passion into his work. Because of this, Clyde is often busy and on an adventure of his own.

He’s fine with playing the idiot and letting people think he’s a typical ex-highschool brainless jock when he’s actually got so much more going on under the hood. That isn’t to say he’s smart, he’s just stubborn, genuine, and passionate.

Has a weird and secret obsession with vampires; the stories, the myth, movies about them, etc. Read and watched the Twilight series in secret. TEAM EDWARD!

^ This is purely based on the superhero he made as a kid (Mosquito)… seems pretty sus he made a hero all about sucking blood and regaining health from it.

^ He also did it to try and understand why the ladies were into it and accidentally got swept into the fandom.

He also really really likes dinosaurs.

Blames himself for his mother’s death and has never gotten over it. It’s baggage he’ll likely carry for the rest of his life. He’s afraid of taking on other mother figures for the simple fact he may ‘kill’ them too.

Makes Lemon Bars at least once a year in honor of his mom, typically on her birthday. They’re dished out to friends since it’s upsetting to eat them. It’s a habit he can’t break even if it upsets him.

Kisses the homies goodnight, just makes sure to add “no homo” so it ain’t gay.

YT/TWITCH CHANNEL HC’S

At the beginning of freshman year in college (where his main verse currently is), Clyde’s channel has around 500K subscribers on Youtube & Twitch. He also maintains an active presence on his social media (Twitter, TikTok, etc.)

He got a camera for his birthday in 6th grade and immediately created a YouTube channel. It’s called ‘Cryde Donovan Vlogs’ (a typo) until he later rebrands to ‘Clyde Donovan’.

Starting with vlogs, he eventually branches out to more ambitious videos such as pranks, commentaries, documentaries, gameplay, and live streams. As his channel grows he takes on larger-scale projects and risks such as professionally shot (by him) mini-movies or music videos.

He has a natural eye and gut instinct for filming, photography, lighting, and framing. All of his videos have him behind the camera or heavily directing to maintain his artistic vision.

^ Similarly, while he wasn’t good at school work, he understands the intricacies of the internet. Analytics and how to review / gauge them, when to post and when not to post, what’s trending, etc.

Always down to collab or showcase people from South Park on his channels. The town’s weirdness and the odd charm of the people who live there are the foundation of his vlogs. His friends and family are heavily featured on his channel unless they request to be left out.

^ There are conspiracy theories out there that SP is just TOO weird to be true and the people featured in his videos are actors.

Roger initially fights his son on making a career out of his channel and even forces him to attend college for business / gen ed. It’s not a lack of faith but more concern that it’s uncertain, taking over the shoe store is more stable. He eventually relents.

Future Clyde becomes a successful online influencer and media creator with his channel and goes on to make a merch line (possibly with the help of Bebe).

FAMILY

Roger

Their relationship is good, though strained and tested time and time again by his son’s stupidity.

He wants his son to take over the Shoe store but Clyde’s aspirations don’t match the sentiment.

He eventually forces his son to go to college for Gen Ed / Business in hopes it would put a stop to Clyde’s talk of making it big online. It doesn’t.

Betsy

Even though she was hard on him, and her final words were chastising herself for not being tougher on him, he loves her and misses her dearly.

Taught Clyde a little of the Dutch language and culture

Sister*

He has a sister, (my HC is that) she’s older than him by a few years.

She takes on the ‘mother figure’ role after Betsy passes away but Clyde rejects it out of fear that he may kill her accidentally too.

Likes to sing and is pretty damn good at it!

* Based on a deleted scene from the Reverse Cowgirl episode and other context clues in the show

FRIENDS

Craig (@watchingredracereveryday)

Has gone over to Craig’s house so often since childhood he basically lets himself in now.

The two have a similar relationship dynamic to Kyle and Stan, just with less drama.

Sporadically kicks in Craig’s door and pulls Craig along to do stupid shit with him, usually ending up in the two having some kind of wacky adventure.

Token

The friend that Clyde confides in the most, especially with in struggling with his closeted Bi thoughts.

Out of his friend group, Token is the one that Clyde hangs out with the most since Craig is dating Tweek and he doesn’t want to intrude.

Tweek (@tweek-bros-coffee)

The friend that Tweek goes to when he’s been up for days and can’t sleep. Clydes excited energy and busy-bee schedule usually wears him down so he can sleep

Usually drags Tweek into random and sudden misadventures.

Jimmy

Jimmy gets featured on Clyde’s channel the most out of his friend group since he’s funny, witty, and the two have a good banter and dialogue.

Tricia (@tricia-fucker)

He sees Tricia as his kick-ass little sister and would do anything for her! Very protective of her and would bend over backwards at her request.

Bebe (@blondebeebitch)

His Queen bestie!! Would do anything for her.

Likes having self-care day or spa nights with her. They get to unwind, maybe drink a little, put on a face mask, and hang out. Sounds like a win to him.

If he needs fashion or general life advice, he typically goes to Bebe. She radiates an energy that gives him comfort in the answers she provides. She also has the Tarot and crystals to back her up.

Pete (@cigarette-tainted-death)

Initially starts out bothering Pete during his graveyard shifts at the station but starts staying longer and longer since he enjoys his company.

Was recently asked to go freighthopping by Pete, for a video, and he agreed. Totes looking forward to it, Brete. (Bro+Pete)

Ike (@sir-canuck)

Sees himself in Ike since the little guy wants to go into streaming and video games too! He’s willing to take him under his wing and offer any guidance he can.

The jocks that have since graduated, like Stan and Clyde, have unofficially adopted Ike as their little jock brother.

#hold on im looking thru filters : ooc #clickbait : headcanons #// i tried not to tag this time since I didn't wanna bombard yall...#// hopefully it works #// if it doesnt im sorry!!

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xiaofiaan · 4 years ago

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beau presses his hand to his eyes, trying desperately not to cry. it had been so bad... so fucking bad.

he opened the door, only to have it swing open before he could get to it. only to see his father standing in place of arthur. only to see his father raise the end up a broom up, up, up as he collapsed backwards, whimpering.

and now beau was hiding in some fucking park because he had ran.

arthur was going to kill him.

"fuck," he gasps. it was difficult to breathe. "fuck, fuck, fucking fuck."

then there was someone next to him, and a grounding hand on his shoulder. he flinches. the hand releases.

"hey, princess," they say. the voice sounds familiar. "calm down, it's okay. he can't get you, here, remember?"

but he couldn't remember.

not really.

the person sighs, puts out a cigarette - he only knew one person who smoked - and sits down beside him, resting his head on beau's shoulder as he took his hand.

"kaze," he breathes.

"hey there, princess," his friend says quietly. his breath stinks of cigarette smoke. it's oddly comforting. "I'm right here. he can't get you. not anymore."

a tiny, unedited (please ik it's bad-) excerpt from my wip ciao bella

#i have brainrot #dbna just felt like posting this #feel free to ignore #my writing #wip: ciao bella #OOP I SHOULD TAG THIS #tw abuse mention #tw panic attack

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ikenbar · 5 years ago

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch2 Pt 1

Warnings: Guns being shot (but no death I assure you), threats, Slight cursing? but nothing too bad... unless you really hate the word ‘hell’, sassy Ike and Sam, and cliffhangers!

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and chapter two’s prologue here :))

((Please read the author’s note on part one if you’re new here :D))

As a slight heads up: Ike’s opinions don’t reflect my own. That being said, enjoy! :D

Chapter two:

Part one:

“Fired?!” Dylan shouted loudly, “Y-you’re firing me?!”

“Yes.” I dictated, keeping my composure as I played the bad guy again.

“Why?!”

“You know why. Your performance is lacking as an accountant. Though small, you have made far too many mistakes in your paperwork. It’s only a matter of time until those small mistakes become big ones, and I’m not going to risk my company going under in order for you to get a fiftieth chance. Bart agrees. We’re done here.” I motioned outside the large windows beside the door to my office. The security guard standing outside nodded and opened the door.

“I’ve worked here for two years!!” Dylan protested, standing to avoid the hands of the officer, “You can’t fire someone who has been here since the beginning of the company!”

“Just because you have been here a while, doesn’t mean your job is secure.” My voice rose out of impatience, “You should have thought of the time you put into the company when you were turning in your paperwork. Dismissed.” The security guard finally caught hold of Dylan and started ushering him out of the office. Dylan fought and screamed behind him.

“TWO YEARS! I WASTED TWO YEARS ON THIS COMPANY!! AND I’M GONE BECAUSE OF A FEW MEASLY MISTAKES!! I WON’T LET YOU FORGET THIS!”

I waved my hand at the door and rubbed the bridge of my nose, annoyed. It had only been Tuesday and the week had already lasted forever. My day had been filled with complaining employees, missing reports, and panic about the new show. Not to mention I had to write a report before my meeting next week with LFG. I had no time to babysit my employees as they failed to do their jobs right. A second security guard walked into the room as the screaming child left it. He approached my desk and cleared his throat. “Would you like to charge him?” He asked kindly, “A threat like that should be taken to the police.”

“No.” I sighed looking at the paperwork on my desk, “That’s just more paperwork to do. Plus, I’d have to go to the police station on a weekday.” Before the officer could ask any more questions, I looked up at him and nodded, “I knew that wouldn’t go down very easily and you guys handled it well. Thank you.” I ended the sentence in a way that dismissed the officer. He took the hint and nodded. He turned and walked to the door but stopped before closing it. “Is there a problem, officer?” I half-heartedly asked. He was silent for a second before turning to me.

“Feeling scared is not a sign of weakness,” He said with courage, “If you ever feel unsafe, please, feel free to tell us. We will come to your aid. Any time. Any day.” I opened my mouth defiantly but I saw the look of sincerity in his eyes. I closed my mouth and nodded.

“I will.” I acknowledged, “Thank you.” The officer nodded and shut the door behind him. I rolled my eyes. Ugh, police. I thought as I tapped my desk with annoyance, Thinking that I can’t handle myself. I can handle myself just fine. I’d like to see them try to handle me. I’d take them down in a matter of seconds and still be ready for round two.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I reached for my stack of paperwork but my eyes grazed the clock. 2:45. I cursed and stood up. Ashton had therapy after school that Maria took him to so it was up to me to help Sam with his ride home. A ride that I was late for since that meeting ran longer than expected. I sent Sam a quick apology text and grabbed my coat from it’s hanger. If I hurried, I could pick him up from the bus stop.

I skimmed through my phone as I leaned on my bike, waiting for the bus. I parked a little further from the bus, so as to not get in the way of the kids coming off of it. As I waited, I looked through my social media, which was full of people congratulating me for getting the funding from LFG. I begged Bart not to say anything until my meeting on friday concluded but he insisted. Our page grew wildly overnight and our email exploded with potential sponsors. Which, I was put in charge of answering because I worked in the office. I needed a drink…

A honking horn pulled my attention away from my phone. The bus had pulled up to the stop. The doors opened and a flood of students came pouring out of it, Sam amongst those students. He walked out of the bus and checked his watch. Then looked around curiously. I stood up from my bike and prepared to wave at him but he pulled out his phone and started walking the other way. Curious, I took my keys from the bike and followed him.

He was walking the all too familiar path we used to take before I got my bike. It seemed he had memorized it as he dodged all of the small cracks and uneven asphalt that littered the ground. It reminded me of old times when he would cling to my arm and skip over those places to protect Maria’s back from breaking. Sam played with his phone for a little bit before he brought it to his ear. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was him.

“Speaking.” I answered nonchalauntly.

“Hey, you forgetting something?”

“... Happy birthday?”

“No. It’s three fifteen… on a school day?.. Ringing any bells?”

“I’m supposed to pick you up from school.”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner.” I could almost taste the salt pouring from Sam’s mouth.

“My meeting ran long today. I sent you a text.”

“I didn’t get a text.”

I lowered my phone from my ear and pulled up my messages. The message I wrote was still in the text box. I cursed under my breath and brought the phone back up to my ear, “I forgot to press send. Listen, kiddo, I’m-”

“Forget it.” Sam sighed, “I’m already walking home.” I could tell he had a bad day from the sound of restraint in his voice. My stomach turned. I made his day worse. I opened my mouth to apologize but closed it as I watched Sam walk down an alley.

“Which path are you taking to get home?” My guilt was replaced with anxiety as I quickened my pace slightly.

“The way we normally went.”

“Oh really? You sure you’re not taking that shortcut that goes down the alleyway? You know, the one I told you to stop using?”

“No.”

“Oh really?”

“Come on! Do you really think that I would ignore a blatant order?”

“I don’t know,” I said, standing right behind Sam, “Would you?” Sam stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around to face my tense glare.

“Heyyyy!” He said, trying to mask his shock with happiness, “You came!” He jumped happily into my stomach and hugged me tightly.

“Save it.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me, “What were you thinking?”

“We used to go down this way all the time! What’s the problem?”

“The problem?! The problem is that you’re alone! We always took this path because I was there with you! Do you have any idea what would have-...” Something moved behind a dumpster. I grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him behind me. “Who’s there?!” I called. There was silence but I didn’t drop my guard. After some more silence in a tense atmosphere, the dumpster moved again. A figure rose from behind it and walked in front of us. A man in dark clothes stood in front of us with a gun tightly clenched in his hands. He had a hood pulled over his head and a bandana covering his mouth. His eyes were a bright blue but they were dark and empty. I glared menacingly at him, hoping that would be enough for him to leave.

“You’re coming with me.” His voice sounded as if he smoked a pack of cigarettes everyday.

“And what makes you think we are going to comply?” I asked, holding my menacing attitude. The man cocked his gun. I moved slightly to cover Sam. The man’s eye twitched as he moved closer to us. I moved back, pushing Sam with me. My heart rate started picking up. Normally I could handle this guy like nothing but now Sam was involved. What if he got hurt? What if the man fired the gun? What if-

I felt Sam’s hand on my back. He gripped at my jacket. Every thought I had in my head cleared away. There was only one left. I need to protect Sam at all costs. I stopped walking backward. The man saw that and stopped as well. “Decide to comply?” His eyes squinted in a way that proved he was grinning.

“Not on my life.” I glared back. Turning my head slightly, still maintaining my eye contact with the man, I whispered, “Sam, run.” Sam’s grip tightened even further.

“What?” He gasped.

“Go. I’ll handle this.” My harsh whispers made Sam’s hands tremble slightly.

“Oh? Is that so?” The man laughed, fixating the gun to my chest. I pushed Sam backward.

“Sam-” I started, trying to pry his hand off of me but keeping my eyes on the man.

“N-no!” Sam pulled closer to me, “I’m not going anywhere! This is my fault! I’m not leaving your side.”

“Sam!” I demanded, finally turning my head to look at him.

Bang!

The force of the bullet was enough to throw me back a couple of steps. I held Sam close to me so he wouldn’t see what happened but he was forceful in prying himself away. He looked at me with eyes wide and flooding with tears. “Ikamara!” His voice cracked, “Y-you’ve been…” I quickly turned to look at the man, gun smoking in his hand. I looked down at my shirt. There was a burnt hole where my heart was. My eyes drifted to the ground. A flattened bullet was laying there.

“Well there goes that shirt.” I scoffed, pulling at my button up shirt to get a better look at the hole, “First Victor and now you? What is it with men and destroying my closet?” I locked eyes with the man. The gun in his hands shook slightly. He shot the gun again, hitting my shoulder this time. My shoulder flew backward but the bullet fell to the ground, clattering next to the other bullet. He shot once last time hitting in the same spot as the other one, burning a hole in my leather jacket. “Would you quit it!” I gave the man a look of disgust, “If it didn’t work the first time it isn’t going to work the other two times!” The man finally dropped his gun as he slowly started backing up. I rolled my eyes and advanced on him, finally losing Sam’s grip in the process. The man halted in his steps and, after a solid hit with my right hook, hit the ground hard and didn’t get back up.

I sighed and looked at my jacket. The hole was wide and it smelled of burnt steak. There was no way I was going to be able to fix that. I looked up at Sam, whose mouth was open wide with shock. I searched for something to say.

“Maria is going to kill me when she finds out her leather jacket has a hole in it.” I said nonchalantly, trying to lighten the blow of the situation at hand, “This is a secret just between us, got it, Kiddo?”

“I-Ike,” His voice was hoarse and quiet, “What happened? Why… why aren’t you…?” I sighed again and approached him.

“I have a good explanation.”

“Man I hope so because I... I sure can’t think of one.” Humor was a way Sam coped with difficult situations. It was a trait that got him into trouble a lot, but it was also something that I envied to have.

“And I will tell you what it is in due time.” I looked down at the man and grimaced, “But right now we have to get this crook to the police station before he wakes up.” Something was off about the person laying before me but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I walked back to him, bent down, and pulled down his bandana. He was raggedy looking. His face was unshaven, teeth were yellow and crooked, spots all over his face, but he didn’t look familiar to me. Then why-

“Fine!” Sam said, grabbing my shirt again and tugging it, “Let’s go!”

“Let’s?” I asked looking up at him, “I’m taking him on my bike! You need to walk home.” I quickly stood up as Sam huffed in protest, “And don’t even think of taking the shortcut, mister! I won’t be there to stop any more bullets.”

“I’m not going home!” Sam protested, “I am not leaving your side until you explain to me what happened!”

“How on Earth am I going to take you and this punk to the police station?!” My voice reflected my impatience, “My bike can only hold two people!”

“My squad car can hold four.” A voice came from behind us.

My body tensed. I knew that voice.

(Next)

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flameontheotherside · 5 years ago

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What Does E Equal?

If someone living here around my age can't give me the answer in 10 seconds, they aren't worth having a conversation with.... And if someone has to be nosey and cut in with some side remark to undermine me, 😂🤣👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼I'll tell them that obviously they aren't too bright either because they don't know A+B=C thier way out since the conversation didn't include a peanut gallery.

The older people are full of knowledge and experience because they done life. I like talking to them. 😁☝️ Not necessarily a smoker per se, it's not a thing I care about. It's more like drinking alcohol. It's cool but not something I NEED. Not to that extreme because I rather throw back shots and smoke an entire of the only "cigarettes" I always get if in the mood. I've never gone over 3 months smoking on and off. 😆 But I can go years. I'm lucky to not have any addictions. I could literally sell myself for shit but uhhhh… no thinks. Let's just say I'd rather be baker-acted.

😖 I've got Walking Backwards stuck in my head...

... And totally not related to, I was wondering if it's appropriate to show Computer Lab-guy my gaming shit. 😅 With stress my symptoms go full retard so it's kind of easy to say way too much. Lmao usually it's me to get excited about gamers. This time I was thrown off and kind of freaked out. 🙄 Since being here -- I guess being one of the few young and eligible females in her, I'm getting attention and it throws me off when people are nice to me. Usually I'm completely ignored and treated like shit.

It's just me and another girl.

I'm really happy we made up. Or actually I apologized for how I acted to her. She said I looked her over and, gave off an attitude when she said hello to me. Sometimes I'm completely not aware and in my own world. Happens a lot when I'm stressed. Guess I'm so used to trashy people I must have looked at her wrong without realizing. 😢 I still feel horrible for it and wish there was something I could do for her. Well we talk now and she's very smart. She comes from the same background and I can tell. Like me, no kids, criminal record, no prior homeless record or STDs. So we talk all the time when we want to vent about how this place drives us crazy. Because uhh.. I'm getting really fed up.

The other women are kind of "damaged goods". Not that I don't feel bad because I do. It's not really their fault but there are people like them who worked hard and made something of themselves. 😓 Here, people do and talk about drugs and it really makes me uncomfortable because my ex abused the same things people here do or did.

They say we are all in this together.

But it's not true. You have to be blind to not see how we are all different. Like I can't relate to most women here because of intelligence and they have kids. 😖 The guys are dogs and want just one thing on top of getting high. The few of us who come from middle class, somewhat sheltered and good upbringing talk together every now and then to talk about the "good ol days" before landing in this dump.

I shouldn't complain. 😓 Like I get it. It was easy to be grateful at first. Now four months in, I'm waking up to fighting, anxiety is worse, my "friends" are moving on, waiting to get approval for disability, my mom leaving to a shelter that was promised to me and taken at the last minute, and just overall feel like giving up.

In my head are these things that lead me here. My caseworker was supposed to be in today for our appointment. I guess being "on the spectrum" had me almost have a panic attack. All week I mentally prepared for this! 😖I was like, "Oh my God what do I do?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"... 😡 They are used to my freak outs. It's embarrassing. To me because I don't do this. I miss my home, my stuff and my cat. Thinking about them gives me a panic attack. People don't understand how much my cat means to me. They laugh when I say how much I want him back. People don't understand autism isn't one thing. It's a spectrum disorder meaning that there are LEVELS of it and not everyone is on the low end of it.

Luckily… or unluckily (new word)…

I'm just high-mild functioning. But under so much stress and chaotic conditions like this place, it feels like maybe on a scale of mild-low functioning. 🙃 I really hate ignorance and lack of understanding. Then again I'm surrounded by it so I look forward to seeing Computer Lab-guy on Tuesday. It's okay if he goes awol but my caseworker is who gets me out of here, so ☝️😔ummm… She's not allowed to skimp out on being my caseworker. I wish I could have a days notice but it's unrealistic. I got to be more understanding.

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tagged by: @americanbeauty-britishpsycho and @confused-shark-kitten-in-a-cape thanks :)

rules: write the first 10 songs that come up on shuffle (no skipping) and quote your favorite lyrics from each song, then tag 10 people

1)don’t you go (all time low) : you’re the cherry on my cigarette chasing after midnight with you

2)Reinventing to wheel to run myself over (fall out boy): eighteen going on extinct

3)West coast smoker (fall out boy): Your eyes are blackened by starlight/ don’t feel bad for the suicidal cats, gotta kill themselves 9 times before they get it right

4)Goodbye Copenhagen new politics (fall out boy): I’ll be back in December I hope you’ll still be there

5)on the outside (real friends): on the inside I’m still sick the pills a temporary fix

6)rat a tat (fall out boy): I’m about to make your sweat roll backwards and your heartbeat in reverse ( I love this lyric so much I don’t know why)

7) what a catch donnie (fall out boy) (Ik I’m sorry): they say the captain goes down with the ship so when the world ends will god go down with it (this lyric has kept me up at night)

8)fourth of July (fall out boy): oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean any of it I just got to know you know you owow / the torture of small talk with someone you used to love

9)lovely (twenty one pilots): won’t you stay alive I’ll take you on a ride I will make you believe you are lovely

10)the (after) life of the party (fall out boy): a nose runs ruby red, death's seen a double bed singing songs that could only catch the ear of the desperate (and the rest of the song because it’s a masterpiece and you people need to stop sleeping on it)

tagging: @fading-andfloral @femmefob @feministsatanism if you want to

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beepbeep-losers · 7 years ago

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can you write something about eddie getting into a toxic relationship and richie finding out about it and pretty much wanting to kick the other guys ass for upsetting eddie + the losers club convincing eddie he deserves better & someone who will appreciate and love him for who he is (aka richie)

pining and angst are my fucking favorite thank you for this

get ready for a whole ass fic because I don’t haveself-control. this is 2.3k words. I hope you like it!!!

to set the scene: they’re seniors in high school (18yo), modern au

warnings: drinking, cursing (duh), mild nsfw parts (not smut, just a tiny makeout thing), f-slur / homophobia, and (hence the prompt) an abusive relationship

John Maxwell was a buff, handsome football player.Quarterback of the team. Did pretty well in school. Had parents with somemoney. A total fucking cliché, right down to being secretly in the closet.

Richie couldn’t stand the prick. Not only because he was abit of an asshole in general, but because he was dating Eddie. Richie’s softand caring and snarky Eddie, who had finally come out of the closet a year ago,was being strung along by a closeted guy that did nothing when Eddie was beingbullied.

Richie wasn’t alone in hating John; none of the losers likedhim. He just gave them a bad feeling. He wouldn’t take Eddie out, and wouldn’tlet Eddie come to his house or hang out with him in public for fear of anyoneseeing them together. The only time they saw each other after school was whenJohn snuck into Eddie’s room in the middle of the night, when he was sure noone would see them. Bill had tried to talk to Eddie about it, as well asseveral of the other losers, but Eddie wouldn’t listen to them. “I like John,”he’d say defensively. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before; I could not haveanother one after this. Just let me be happy.”

But he wasn’t happy. They could tell. Whenever they caughtEddie looking at John, laughing with his friends on the team, talking to girlswho flirted with him, ignoring Eddie and his loser friends, they all saw therejected and lonely look in his eye.

After several months, the losers’ disdain for John turnedinto absolute hate.

It was a party after one of the football games. The team hadwon, and the head cheerleader’s parents were out of town so a good portion ofthe high school upperclassmen were crowded into her house. Eddie insisted ongoing and Richie convinced the rest of the losers to go with him.

“You guys don’t have to come,” Eddie insisted. “John’ll bethere.”

The losers traded a look, and when Eddie left them (theywere all at Bill’s, where they had been planning on having their traditionalmovie night) to go to the restroom before he left, Richie spun to face the restof the group.

“We’re going,” he said. “I don’t trust that fucker.”

“A-Agreed. We should go and m-make sure he sta-ays okay.”

And so they all went to Roxanne Wilder’s house. It was hugeand crowded and smelled like sweaty football players and teenage-girl perfumeand cigarette smoke. As soon as they elbowed their way in, Eddie was on histoes to see above the crowd, looking around anxiously.

“What’cha looking for, Eds?” Richie asked, already knowinghe wouldn’t like the answer.

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie said reflexively. “John textedme back, finally. I’m supposed to meet him in Roxanne’s parents’ roomupstairs.”

Richie stiffened, a mixture of jealousy and warinessflooding him. Okay, maybe he liked Eddie as more than a best friend. Maybe hehad figured that out a little late and had been dealing with that whilewatching Eddie date someone that wouldn’t even admit he liked guys. Now, withEddie bouncing off without another word, Richie felt a twisting in his gut.First, the boy he loved (loved???? loved) was bounding off to some bedroom witha probably-drunk closeted football player. Second, that football player gavehim very bad vibes and he did not trust him with Eddie Kaspbrak in theslightest. He didn’t know what to do, so he went with the other losers to goget a drink, gaze straying more than once in the direction that Eddie had gone.

Bev pulled him to the dance floor with her (after Ben shylydenied her request) and they started dancing together closely, drinks in hand. Richieand Bev always danced together; they were high-energy and they had alreadysolidified with an experimental kiss years ago that they were definitely justreally good friends, so none of the losers ever thought anything of it. Theydanced for several songs, taking breaks to take mandatory losers club shots (asproclaimed by Bill). For a short while, Eddie and whatever was going on in themaster bedroom of Roxanne’s house was out of his thoughts.

However, the more Richie drank, the more Eddie wandered backinto his thoughts. He was happily dancing with the losers (who had all joinedhim and Bev) when suddenly he grabbed Mike by the shoulders.

“Holy shit, Mike-n-Ike!”

Mike beamed at him, grabbing his wrists. “What’s up,Tozier?”

“Eddie Spaghetti! My little spaghetti-etti-Eddie-Eddie,”Richie giggled. “I’ve got to go get him! He ran off forever ago!”

Mike laughed at Richie’s babbling. “Alright, man, you needhelp?”

Richie thought for a second, then nodded. “Yes. I think I ampossibly a little drunk.”

Mike laughed again and, removing Richie’s hands from hisshoulders, wrapped an arm around the shorter man’s shoulders. They startedwalking through the house, shouting to the others to let them know what theywere up to. They just started opening doors, walking in on several couples thatdid not include Eddie and John, before Richie stopped still, putting his ear toa door and consequently making his glasses squish against his face.

“Shsshhhhhh, Mike, listennn,” he hissed. “It’s Eds.”

Mike pushed his ear against the door. What the two heard sobered them up.

Inside, John and Eddie were arguing. Eddie felt like he maycry and he hated that he could tell his voice reflected the feeling. Eddie saton the bed, feeling incredibly small, and John stood in front of him, lookingincredibly large.

“How can I trust you?” John was saying, his voice low butangry, and Eddie felt like he would be shouting if he wasn’t scared ofattracting attention. “How can I trust you if you keep telling your fuckingfriends about me?”

“They won’t say anything,” Eddie choked, tears finallyescaping his eyes. “I swear – they know you’re not out, it’s okay, I promisethey won’t –“

John kicked the bedside table roughly; Eddie jumped andsqueaked. “That isn’t fucking good enough, Eddie!” he yelled, his voice gainingvolume.

“Please, John, people will hear,” Eddie pleaded, movingbackward on the bed and noticing how angry John looked, fists clenched at hissides. “I won’t say anything else, okay, I swear –“

John’s hand suddenly shot out and grabbed Eddie’s collar andpulled him to him. Eddie choked out a sob and then bit down on his lip,screwing his eyes shut. “I don’t know what the fuck you missed when I said thatI didn’t want anyone to know about us,” he growled. “But you’d better not sayanything else, dipshit.”

“I-I won’t.”

And then John was kissing him. That was how this hadstarted, anyway. They had been making out, and then Eddie had slipped up, hadsaid something that let John know that the losers club knew about theirrelationship, and that’s when the fighting had started. Eddie was almost surehe’d have bruises on his arm where John had first grabbed him and he hated thathe was crying in an unfamiliar place in a party but –

John was kissing him.

So everything was fine.

It got heated as soon as it started, John pushing Eddie backtoward the bed and moving Eddie’s hand to prompt him to touch him. Just as Johngroaned into Eddie’s mouth, the door flew open. John froze and whipped his headto see who had interrupted them, with Eddie’s hand still on the front of hispants and his hand still fisting Eddie’s shirt.

Richie and Mike were in the door, and both looked absolutelyfurious.

“Get the fuck off him, Maxwell,” Richie yelled, and hestarted to storm over but Mike held him back. Eddie was trying to get out ofJohn’s grip, his face red with humiliation, but John didn’t let go of him.

“The fuck did you say to me, Trashmouth?”

“He said to get off him, asshole,” Mike said firmly, pushingRichie behind him and stepping forward. Everyone knew that Richie wasn’t afraidof getting himself beaten up, even though he couldn’t fight for shit.Predictably, Richie shouldered himself around Mike to stand beside him.

“You get off to screaming at your boyfriend, you fuckingcreep?” Richie snarled.

“Richie –“ Eddie started, but John’s grip tightened on hisshirt and suddenly his boyfriend was looking at him again.

“I fucking told you not to tell anyone, and this is why.” John dragged Eddie up and off the bed – Mike held Richie back as he tried to burst forward– and into a standing position. He let him go and gave him a shove toward hisfriends. “Get them out of here, Eddie. Now.”

“Guys, just go,” Eddie said, his hands up and palms facingthem. Richie could see how scared he was in his eyes and it made him see red.

“I’m not leaving you in here with that –“

“Richie.” Eddie took a deep breath, feeling John’s presencebehind him. He could just imagine John beating the shit out of Richie; he’d beable to do some damage before Mike could stop him. “I’m asking you. Just go. I cantake care of my fucking self, okay?”

“I agree with Richie, Eddie,” Mike said softly, concernflooding his eyes. “This isn’t okay. You know that, right?”

“I love you, Eds,” Richie said, and continued as Eddieprotested the nickname, “but if you kick me out of this room I will go get allthe other losers to come in here and get you, and I’ll fucking bang around pansand sing a song about how much your asshole quarterback likes cock.”

“Y’know what? Fuck this,” John suddenly burst out. He shovedpast Eddie and turned briefly to face him. “You’re not worth this, faggot. Don’ttalk to me again unless you’re ready to listen.”

Pushing past Richie and Mike, who both glared, he stormedout of the room. Eddie, whose eyes had been building up tears, let out a cry. “No!John, wait –“ and tried to rush forward to follow him, but Mike caught him inhis arms.

“No, Eddie. No way,” he said firmly. And Eddie fell apart inhis friend’s arms. Mike looked up at Richie. “Go get the others. Stan’s the DD.We need to get him out of here.”

Richie hesitated, looking at the sobbing Eddie, but Mikegave him a look that didn’t allow room for argument, so he darted off. By thetime he came back, with the rest of the losers club flanking him, Mike wassitting next to Eddie on the bed and Eddie was gasping for breath. Richie immediatelysat next to him and pulled an inhaler out of his pocket.

“You’ve been forgetful about this lately,” he commented asEddie grabbed it gratefully and took a puff.

The rest of the losers were standing in the room. Bev swayedslightly against Ben, and Stan held Bill’s hand. They were trading worriedlooks with each other (except for Bev, who was a little out of it).

Eddie handed the inhaler back to Richie and rubbed the tearsfrom his eyes. “Can I please go home now?”

“You’re back to Bill’s with the rest of us,” Richie saidquickly, before anyone could agree with to his request. “That asshole knowswhere you live, he could come looking for you. We can make sure he doesn’tbother you.”

Eddie looked at him angrily. “Fuck you,” he spat. “This isall your fault – I had it handled.”

“It wasn’t handled, Eds,” Richie said angrily. “He screamedat you, threatened you, then was trying to fuck you before Mike and I –“

“Beep beep, Richie,” Mike hissed, reaching forward andputting his hand over Richie’s mouth. Finally, Stan stepped forward.

“Alright, time to go,” he said, jangling the keys. “I thinkyou three have caused enough strife for the evening. We’re all going to Bill’sand we’re going to watch a movie of Eddie’s choice and shut the fuck up –“ helooked pointedly at Richie “– until Eddie is ready to talk about it.”

They all filed out of the room and walked out of the housetogether, cramming themselves into Stan’s car.

“If any of you fuckers vomit, you’re buying me a new car,”Stan threatened as they got in.

Eddie and Bill were the last ones to get in, and Bill leanedover the door to the front seat to tap Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie looked upin him, raising an eyebrow.

“H-hey, Eddie,” Bill whispered. There was a little bit of aslur in his words. Eddie only recognized it because he hadn’t had theopportunity to drink anything himself while he was there. “Go easy on R-richie,oka-ay? He loves you.”

Eddie blinked. “So? You all love me, but Richie –“

“H-he loves you, Eddie.”

And then Bill got in the car and, after a moment of hisheart thumping wildly in his chest as he realized what Bill had just told him,so did Eddie. He was sitting right next to Richie.

He still didn’t really know how to process everything thathad happened. He had thought he could work things out with John, and that Johncared about him and would eventually come out for him. But John had been soawful, and, if he was being honest with himself, this wasn’t the first timeJohn had been rough in how he treated Eddie.

And Richie was bi. He’d come out a several months ago, not longafter Eddie had. Eddie had had a crush on Richie for as long as he couldremember; he was elated when he’d come out but he’d never done anything aboutit. But Bill had said Richie loved him.

He still didn’t know how he felt about everything that hadhappened with John. He was still confused. But halfway to Bill’s house, Eddielet his hand fall to Richie’s and intertwined his finger’s with his friends. Richielooked at him in surprise, then down at their hands, and grinned. He broughttheir combined knuckles to his lips and pecked them playfully.

“Love you, Eddie Spaghetti.”

“I know. And don’t call me that.”

#reddie #anon #ashton answers #ashton writes #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #the losers club #it fanfiction #it 2017 #tw drinking #tw alcohol #tw abuse

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Title: Until I Met You Part 2 Character: Isaac "Ike" Evans TV: Magic City Warnings: Smut! Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner *2 years earlier* Isaac had fallen into a depression. His beloved wife, whom he grew up with, had passed away from cancer a year ago. She hadn't suffered long, but towards the end she was still in pain. He knew that she would have wanted him to move on, but he found it to be increasingly difficult, so he buried himself in his hotel, doing damn near everything, which was driving his employee's absolutely crazy. Eduardo, the maintenance man of the hotel had told him that enough was enough and that he was going to live a little. No more moping around because his wife would kick his ass if she'd seen what he had become. “Dancing?” Ike said, smoking yet another cigarette. Eduardo nodded, “Yes, Ike. Dancing.” Ike had two left feet, there was no way… “The woman that teaches, she's very patient, trust me, okay?” Ike looked out onto the horizon and chewed on his bottom lip. It was just a dance class… get out of the hotel for a bit, get something to eat and go home. No big deal, right? Well, that's what he thought, until he saw the dance instructor enter the studio. The first thing he noticed about her, was her smile. It was kind, her bow shaped lips just begging to be kissed tenderly. Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled and greeted everyone. Her hair was in a bun at the top of her head and holy hell, how he wanted to just take it down and run his fingers through it. She wore a black leotard with a black flowing skirt and a pair of black flats. Her hourglass shaped body filled the tightness of the fabric perfectly. As she neared him, he looked down at his red shirt, dress slacks and polished shoes, and hoped that he looked presentable. He ran a hand over his freshly shaven cheeks and wondered if he should have shaved his mustache as well. “Y/N Russo, Isaac Evans,” Eduardo said, introducing the two. She held out her hand and he gripped her delicate fingers, “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” With a faint blush to her cheeks, she dipped her head slightly as she smiled, “Nice to meet you too Isaac,” “Ike is fine,” He saw her pupils dilate at the sound of his voice. When she spoke, he had to lock his knees to keep them from shaking. “Ike,” She was called over by another student and he felt like he could finally breathe, but damn did she make it difficult as her hips swayed while she walked. “She's not married or seeing anyone,” Eduardo whispered. “Hmmm?” Eduardo clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, “You think I didn't see that? You both were practically fucking each other,” Ike laughed, clapping Eduardo on the back, “I don't know what you're talking about my friend,” Eduardo smiled, knowing that his friend was in denial, but he knew that itch was going to get scratched once he danced with her. °°°°°° “One, two, three and four,” Y/N counted as she clapped her hands to the beat. People were dancing, some not on rhythm and Ike was one of them. Ike growled in frustration as he missed another step. The music stopped abruptly, everyone pausing mid step and looking to the instructor. “Listen to the count, but most importantly, feel the music deep inside of you,” she said, fisting her hands on her chest and stomach as she spoke. Y/N walked over to Ike and smiled, “You're trying too hard, Ike. Take a deep breath and slowly let it out,” He mimicked her and honestly, he did feel better. “Good, now, give me your hand and place this one here,” She held one hand in hers and placed the other on her hip. Ike could feel his pulse speeding up at the softness under his palms. Y/N turned her head and nodded at the person at the record player. Music flowed from the speakers, the slow Latin beat sounding far off to Ike's ears. His main focus was this woman. The more he held her, the more he spun her around, the more he wanted to bury himself deep within her. He never thought he'd ever have the desire to be with another woman, but Y/N had proven him wrong. He lifted her from the dip, their torsos touching. Jesus, her breasts felt amazing against his chest. Both clearing their throats, they stepped back from one another. Y/N clapped her hands, instructing everyone that class was over. Ike felt a sting of disappointment, figuring he was the cause and that he made her uncomfortable. Crestfallen, Ike went to follow Eduardo, but was met with resistance. Eduardo held his hand out, pushing slightly on Ike's chest, “Stay,” Ike shook his head, “I think I made her uncomfortable, Eduardo. Let's just head back to the hotel,” Eduardo cursed in Spanish and rolled his eyes as he shook his head, “Isaac, stay damnit,” Ike looked over his shoulder and found Y/N peering from around the corner of her office. °°°°°° Y/N's back collided with the mirror that lined the walls of the studio. She panted, flicking her tongue against Ike's as his hands ran down her sides. Moaning, she cupped his hardness through his pants, gently squeezing his heavy sac. Ike's hand slapped against the mirror. Nipping his way from her chafed, plump lips, he sucked and nipped at her neck. The feel of her fingers caressing him through his pants was enough for him to come right then and there. Not able to withstand her touches, he fumbled with the button of his pants, his fingers slipping. Y/N placed her delicate hands over his, moving them out of the way so that she could unbutton them. Cool air hit his skin once she pushed down his pants and they pooled at his ankles. While Y/N took his length in her warm palm and began to pump him, he ran his hands up her thighs, pulling up the thin material. Hooking his fingers inside the crotch of her leotard, he yanked it to the side, holding it open so that he could slide into Y/N. Her legs were opened wide as he gripped her bottom in his hands. He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, lifting her just a bit. Holding his hardness, she lined him up with her hot, wet center and let go as he snapped his hips forward. “Oh my God!” Y/N shouted, holding onto his shoulder. Ike held his hips still, her tightness tempting to milk him dry. Y/N's legs were securely wrapped around him. Taking one hand, he reached up and pulled the stretchy material down one shoulder, then the other to reveal her delicious breasts. She pulled her arms from the confinement then slowly ran her hands over her breasts before plucking at her nipples. Ike grunted, licking his lips as he rolled his hips. Cupping the bottom of her breasts, she held them up just as he dipped his head down to suckle on a nipple. Moaning as he groaned against her breasts, she encouraged him to nip and suck harder, “Harder, please,” Letting her nipple fall from his mouth, he growled as he moved to the other breast, doing what she asked for. “Holy shit!” Her breast fell with a plop from his lips as he started to move his hips. Looking up at her through his thick lashes, Ike made sure that she was watching as he flicked his tongue over her nipple with fast flicks. “Yes, ohmygod, yes!” Her tight tunnel started to tighten and grip him firmly. Lifting her hips, he held her as he snapped his hips with hard thrusts making her breasts bounce. “I'm coming!” she whined, digging her heels into his backside. “Jesus Christ!” Ike shouted, pulling out just in time as his release hit him. Y/N reached down and pumped her hand over his shaft, his release splattering on her mound. She slowed her hand just as Ike's body began to twitch. They both panted, basking in the moment before real life came crashing down. Slowly, her legs fell from his hips, her feet just barely holding her up. Ike reached down and pulled up his britches and wiped the sweat from his brow. He took a deep breath and finally looked up at Y/N to find her tearing up. “Y/N…” She sniffled, not able to look up at him. Cupping her cheeks, Ike wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, “Did I hurt you?” She shook her head and bit her lip, “No, I…” “Talk to me, Sweetheart,” he urged. “I promise I'm not a whore,” she said, quietly, “this is out of character for me,” “Honey,” Ike pulled her naked torso to his, running his hands up and down her bare back. With his lips resting on her neck, he spoke loud enough for her to hear, “The thought never crossed my mind once,” He pulled his head back and cupped her cheeks again, “In fact… I want to see you again… take you out on a real date,” “Really?” He smiled, his thumb gliding over her bottom lip, “Really,” That night, before Ike left, he helped Y/N clean up and made sure that she was presentable before leaving the studio. He walked her to her car and held open the door. Just as she was about to get in, he stopped her, “Y/N?” She graced him with the same smile that she had given him earlier, “Yes?” Holding her chin, Ike leaned down and laid his lips on her’s in a slow, unhurried kiss. Y/N held his wrist, bobbing her head in sync with his as they took their time tasting one another. Once he pulled back, she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. “Drive safely, Doll. You hear me?” Placing one last peck on his lips, she nodded, “I will Ike. Thank you,” He winked, closing the car door as soon as she was in, “Thank you for tonight,” They may have done things backwards, but it worked for the two and now they were happily getting married. 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The Bishop Eddie Long I knew

Atlanta (CNN)I was hanging out with Bishop Eddie Long one day when he decided to surprise me.

He invited me to watch him work out. Wearing Air Jordans and a black Yankees cap turned backward, he walked into a gym and grabbed two 50-pound barbells. As he curled them, he watched himself in a full-length mirror.

“It helps in the board meetings,” he said playfully, nodding at his bulging biceps. “In the old days the deacons ran everything, so the pastor had to come into the board meeting pretty buffed.”

I placed that scene at the start of my profile of Long for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. It was a story about a preacher on the cusp of greatness. It was 1999; Long’s New Birth Missionary Baptist Church would soon swell to 25,000 members, and he would become an internationally known televangelist who would meet with presidents and foreign leaders. This was a decade before his ministry was derailed by accusations that he pressured young men into sexual relationships.

But there was an odd encounter in the gym that I didn’t include in the story because it was too risqu.

“We’re not just a church, we’re an international corporation,” he said. “We’re not just a bumbling bunch of preachers who can’t talk and all we’re doing is baptizing babies. I deal with the White House. … You’ve got to put me on a different scale than the little black preacher sitting over there that’s supposed to be just getting by because the people are suffering.”

After the story appeared, everyone seemed to talk about that quote and the Bentley. Yet when I interviewed New Birth members for the story, it was clear no one knew about the charity or how Long had used the church’s money — nor did they care.

This is what I realized:

It’s easy to talk about unscrupulous pastors who get rich off of unsuspecting congregations and have absolute power. But we don’t talk enough about how some megachurches may be accomplices in that process. Members often don’t have a clue how their money is handled or how decisions are made.

I discovered this pattern at New Birth and plenty of other megachurches during 20 years of writing about religion. I marveled at how bright, educated people parked their brains — and their cars — in the church lot every Sunday morning. They wanted to be herded like sheep.

Long exploited that. He was a savvy operator when it came to amassing church power. His father, the Rev. Floyd Long, was known as the “cussing preacher,” a pugnacious man who built churches and left after clashing with the deacons — those members who traditionally ran Baptist churches.

Long wasn’t going anywhere when he arrived at New Birth in 1987. He conditioned people to not question his authority. Then he got rid of the church’s deacon board. He told the church he had received a revelation from God telling him a deacon board was an “ungodly governmental structure.”

Unquestioning submission to authority became a recurrent theme in his preaching and books. In “Gladiator,” Long warned parishioners not to get overly familiar with a pastor who is “God’s anointed” because “their insurrection kills their blessing.”

“A disrespectful or adversarial attitude causes otherwise good people to look for mistakes, weakness and flaws in their human leaders,” he wrote.

Why do people accept such autocratic leadership in a church? Part of it is fear, a woman whose church imploded after a scandal once told me.

“There is a suspension of common sense, a refusal to put two and two together,” said Sue Thompson, an author and professional speaker. “For a lot of people, [the pastor] is the man who gave them the keys to a whole new way of living. They can’t separate the good they received from the man himself, so they feel it would be a betrayal to turn on him now.”

But I think there’s something else going on besides fear, particularly when this type of autocratic leader emerges in the black church.

When I grew up in a black Baptist church in Baltimore, my congregation was poor but the pastor drove a Rolls Royce with a water fountain inside. I still remember how my aunt would talk with such pride about our pastor’s car.

In the black community, the pastor was often the only person who didn’t depend on white folks’ goodwill for their livelihood. He made his money through the support of his parishioners. Most parishioners felt poor and powerless, so they wanted to live vicariously through their pastor. They wanted that pastor to live large, have a huge ego, occupy the biggest house. I still remember “Rev. Ike,” a flamboyant black pastor who used to rule the pages of Jet magazine. He thrilled many poor blacks with his ostentatious lifestyle and declarations like “My garage runneth over.”

Yet a leader can exploit that type of need. Even when that leader is tarnished by one revelation after another, if he remains defiant in public and displays a little “I’m not perfect” humility, a congregation will stick with him to the bitter end. And nobody will be able to persuade them to leave that church.

I remember talking to a woman at New Birth who claimed there was nothing to the lawsuits by the four young men who claimed Long pressured them into sex. Maybe she was right. I then asked her if she would be willing to let her teenage son go on a field trip with Long.

She looked at me in horror.

Last I heard, she’s still a member of New Birth.

He was God’s scarred leader

Which brings us back to the encounter I had in the gym with Long years ago.

Whenever someone learns that I’ve written about Long, they ask me about his sexual orientation. Many assure me they already have an opinion. That’s what I encountered years ago when I went to the gym with Long. The woman who approached me wanted to share her conclusions on Long’s sexual proclivities.

I don’t know if Long was gay or how he died. Those kinds of questions, though, ignore another important point about Long and sex: The way he talked about homosexuality was destructive, whether or not he was closeted.

Lots of pastors preach homosexuality is a sin. Yet they and their churches still find a way to treat with respect those struggling with their sexual orientation. Like many churches, New Birth once offered ministries to “deliver” gay and lesbian people from their “sin.”

The Southern Poverty Law Center, which tracks hate groups, called Long “one of the most virulently homophobic black leaders in the religiously based anti-gay movement.” The center said Long’s message was: “Hate the sin and the sinner.”

The center quoted from an early sermon Long gave entitled “Back to the Future.”

“It’s the most unattractive thing I have ever seen, when I see women wearing uniforms that men would wear, and women fighting to get in the military,” Long shouted to his congregation. “The woman gets perverted to turn towards woman … and everybody knows it’s dangerous to enter an exit. …

“God says you deserve death!”

According to the center, Long said gays and lesbians who don’t change will go to hell — and that those who say they were born that way are calling God a liar.

“Homosexuality and lesbianism are spiritual abortions,” Long says. “Homosexuality is a manifestation of the fallen man.”

In his book, “I Don’t Want Delilah, I Need You,” Long blamed some women for turning men into homosexuals.

“In a society where little boys are exposed to grubby, cursing, dirty, cigarette-smoking, road-construction-worker women, is it any wonder they stop chasing women and start chasing men?”

In the same book, he wrote that “men can look attractive when they’re dirty.”

“We see sweating, dirty, hardworking men on television all the time and we say to one another, ‘There’s a macho guy.’ But women were not made from the earth. God made women to be lovely, gentle, clean and beautiful on the inside and outside. They are to be strong in character.”

He did more than use harmful words against gays and lesbians. He invoked the legacy of black America’s most revered leader to deny their equality.

One of the most notorious controversies Long faced came in 2004, when he led a march in Atlanta calling for a constitutional ban against gay marriage. He carried a torch lit at the gravesite of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. while accompanied by the civil rights leader’s daughter, the Rev. Bernice King.

The march was widely denounced by those who knew King, like Rep. John Lewis and the Rev. Joseph Lowery. They pointed out that one of King’s closest aides was Bayard Rustin, an openly gay organizer who King refused to abandon when people pressured him to do so.

Consider how many people Long could have helped had he moderated the language he used against gays, says Shayne Lee, a sociologist at the University of Houston and author of “Holy Mavericks: Evangelical Innovators and the Spiritual Marketplace.”

“Think of all the people who were suffering, who wanted to serve God, who wanted to tap into that spiritual power but were wrestling with their sexuality,” Lee told me after Long’s death. “Their angst is deepened by the very leaders they respect.”

Long was not always insensitive in the pulpit. He could be tender toward outsiders and achingly vulnerable. I remember watching him tell his congregation he thought about taking his life after he had experienced so much public condemnation. He once told me he thought of himself as “God’s scarred leader,” a man who knew rejection by his father and had been through divorce and career failure.

Yet it would be another failure on our part if we ignored the scars that Long inflicted on others. He wasn’t unique, and neither was New Birth. The religious landscape in America is filled with megachurches, prosperity theology and pastors who continually remind their cowed congregations to “touch not God’s anointed.”

What do I see when I look at the rise and fall of Bishop Eddie Long?

I see something that will happen again.